*I’ve asked my husband, Pete, to write another guest post to give his perspective of our trip to Amalfi*
I can’t even tell you how many times Maria has mentioned that the town of Amalfi is her favorite place on Earth. And as we rode along the winding coastline and looked out over the water with Positano in the distance, I started to understand why.
When we finally arrived in town, we quickly learned that it’s not easy to find a suitable parking spot for a minivan in a seaside town full of Fiats and Vespas. But we (eventually) made it happen.
Shops, restaurants, and gelaterias lined the streets, and limoncello was everywhere (that’s not a complaint). We spent some time browsing around and sat down to eat at a little cafe in Piazza del Duomo, the main town square.
Then finally, after years of preparing for the moment, I had a chance to practice my Italian in my first true one-on-one chat with a local shopowner.
Me: [holding up a hat] Quanto costa? (How much does it cost?)
Shopowner: Dodici (twelve)
…90 seconds later…
What I found most amazing is that a towering cathedral, originally built in the 9th century, sits right in the middle of a fairly small town (around 5500 people) and somehow doesn’t seem out of place. It was truly a masterpiece.
We ended the visit with a round of gelato at Pasticceria Savoia and headed back over to the car for the drive back.